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Date Posted: 14:50:09 09/20/03 Sat
Author: Springheel Jack
Subject: Who do you think you are?

{At a Pheonix Promotion House Show, a fog begins to pour into the arena. The crowd takes to its feet as the fog swirls around the entry ramp and the ring. �Sweet Dreams� hits over the PA system, and a figure can be seen behind the fog. Springheel Jack steps through the fog and the crowd roars. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment, then heads down to the ring, the fog seemingly following him down. He stands in the middle of the ring, raises his hands to the sky, and more fogs seeps from them. He then takes a mic from inside his jacket and begins to speak.}

Springheel Jack: Ahh, I haven�t had a proper entrance like that in quite some time. And do you know why? Because I�ve been too busy busting my ass for this company. You see, every time I�ve come out to this ring for the past month or so, it�s been all business. Pure, nasty MWI business. Those son�s of bitches have put quite a damper on the Pheonix Promotion by attempting to fill it with their filth. But as poor as those boys are in the ring, I have to give them credit for one thing: they�re smart enough to know who to target. In the past few weeks, both NoBody and myself have been the focal points of their attacks on the Pheonix Promotion. First it was them ganging up on NoBody in this very ring. Then, a week later, they did the same to me. They ran the two of us down with cars and just last week they went after the champion with some brutal chairshots. Of course, we�re both still standing. We haven�t gone anywhere, and we don�t plan to anytime soon!

{The crowd roars}

Springheel Jack: The MWI may not be able to take us out, but they do know that NoBody and myself are the two to go after. They know that we represent the heart, strength, and pride of the Pheonix Promotion. If we were to go down, this whole damn company would go down. Yup, the MWI knows that, but for some reason that ass, Paul Maxx, hasn�t got a clue! For some reason, that moron thinks that this company is better off having guys like him and Ensign Pheonix stand up for it. Paul, let me get this straight. You honestly made a match pitting the MWI against you and Ensign Pheonix? Are you purposely trying to make our company look bad? You two fruits couldn�t beat two of the MWI�s roadies, let alone any actual wrestlers! And yet I see you guys, week in, week out, trying to stand up for the Pheonix Promotion, only to get beat down time and time again. Paul, if you really want the Pheonix Promotion to win, you�d step aside and stop taking away valuable match time from NoBody and myself. Hell, if it was the two of us going against the MWI next week, their company would be finished!

{Crowd roars again}

Springheel Jack: But then I got to thinking, Paul. Maybe you do want the Pheonix Promotion to look bad. Maybe you do want this company to fail. Maybe you do want the MWI to win. After all, when you were in the MWI, you were it�s World�s Champion. You were the biggest thing going in that piece of crap federation. You were the big fish in a very small, dirty pond. But you wanted bigger, better things. You saw guys like NoBody and myself putting on our glorious matches, working matches at the top of the wrestling profession. So you jumped ship. You came over to the Pheonix Promotion, expecting greatness. Only, what happened, Paul? You came over here, over here with real wrestlers, and you found out that you were a mid-card talent at best. That you just didn�t have what it takes to tussle with the big boys. So maybe you do want the Pheonix Promotion to lose, to fold, so that you can go back to your piece of crap company and once again become the man. Well, Paul, the Pheonix Promotion is still standing, and at Blaze, I�m gonna show you the man that I am and I�m gonna show you the little bitch that you�ve always been!

{With that, Springheel Jack tosses the mic down. The crowd roars as �Sweet Dreams� hits again on the PA system. Springheel grins and raises his hands. Fog seeps out of the entry ramp as he makes his way backstage.}

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